When Does Elijah Get His Memories Back Novels & Stories

In a universe where the great experts can reincarnate, Golden Penny reincarnated with almost no memories of his past life and didn't know who he was. Despite the problem with his memories, Golden had obtained a strange legacy from his own past life the Last Wish System. Golden, who remembered the pain of dying, decided to turn strong to avoid suffering the same pain again. Moreover, he also decided to investigate his own past life to remember who he was. However, he didn't know that a Mysterious Expert, who knew a lot about him and his past life, was looking at him from the shadows.

Noah is forced to marry April. He does the deed and then leaves her in the country with her sick father never touching her virgin body. Once her old man dies there isn’t anything holding him to the marriage. But before he files for the divorce Noah finds out the April is the woman he had sex with weeks before and the night had been hot. Maybe the best sex of his life. But she hadn't felt the same leaving him a note for him saying she didn't need a repeat. Now he would do everything to prove to her that his bed is where she belongs and his life.

Kristine Devearaux thought she had the perfect married life until her beloved, billionaire husband, Sebastian Weston, shattered her world with his infidelity. Despite her desperate attempts to save her marriage, Sebastian divorced her for his pregnant mistress as Kristine had failed to provide him with the heir he desperately sought after three years of marriage. Now fueled with anger and a thirst for revenge, Kristine Devearaux embarks on a journey that will lead her to unexpected twists and turns. However! What happens when her estranged ex-husband returns after five years, laying claims to not just her but her child as well, with plans to reconnect with them and become a family again? What would Kristine do? Will she forgive and forget? Or will she seize the opportunity to make him pay for every tear he made her shed?! Delve in to find out!!

From a campus romance to marriage, Dominic Fleming had always believed he led a perfect life. His wife, Isabella Sinclair, was dazzlingly beautiful. Their daughter, Lilith, was sweet and obedient. Dominic sometimes told himself he must have been a saint in a past life to deserve such happiness. Everything began to change the moment Isabella's so-called "sworn brother," Alexander Grant, entered their lives. Alex's name appeared more and more often, and it crept into every corner of their marriage. For Lilith's sake, Dominic endured the strain again and again until the day of the accident. As he lay on the operating table with his life hanging by a thread, Isabella was not at his side—she was with Alexander instead. That was the moment Dominic's heart finally turned cold. So why did Isabella regret it? She knelt with Alexander, who likewise barely clung to life, and wept as she begged Dominic for forgiveness. "Dom, I know I was wrong. Let's get married again. I will make him kneel and beg you for forgiveness," Isabella said. "Scram," Dominic replied. Isabella nodded eagerly. "Fine. I will throw him out right now!" "Get the fuck out too!" Dominic barked.

Kristine Davis nervously spreads her legs for a routine exam, only to realize the doctor is the ex she abandoned five years ago! She never expected her life to fall apart on a gynecology table, coming face to face with George, now a world-renowned gynecologist. What she doesn't know is that their breakup was built on a devastating misunderstanding, and that he never stopped loving her. Forced back into each other's lives, her most intimate care is now in the hands of this "very personal doctor". When Kristine blushes and mutters, "My private matters are none of your business!" George pulls her tightly in his arms, his voice low and dangerous: "Every inch of you has always been mine and this time, I won't let you disappear until you tell me the real reason you left.

In the fifth year of my marriage to Ryan, he brought his cousin Hailey back home. But I knew the truth. She was his mistress. In public, he played the devoted husband. In private, he spent his nights with her. To seize total control of the family and keep me on a leash, he quietly reshuffled our inner circle, planting his own people in every key position. He was certain the mafia princess in me had gone soft, that I'd handed him the family willingly, that I loved him too much to ever leave. What he never understood was why I married him back when he was a nobody. It wasn't love. He'd taken a bullet for me once, and I wanted to repay it. And more than that, he was tame, like a leopard that had drawn in its claws. Now that he had bared his fangs, I would be the one to pull them out, one by one.

All of Italy knew Kayson Moretti was obsessed with me. He was the untouchable Don of the Moretti family, a man who never lost control in public, yet he broke every rule for me. He declared his love at a gathering of the most powerful mafia families in the country, then bought an entire private island just to build me a glass-domed garden when he proposed. For years, he laid the world at my feet—power, jewels, territory, status. If I wanted something, Kayson didn’t promise it. He made it mine. That was why everyone believed I was the luckiest woman in Italy. They were wrong. Because the same man who swore he would die for me was sleeping with his private secretary behind my back. Worse, he got her pregnant. The day she sent me her ultrasound, their bed photos, and every intimate secret she thought would destroy me, I didn’t cry. I didn’t beg. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I erased every trace I had ever left in his world. My name. My accounts. My records. My past. I staged my death. I let the world believe I had died in a private jet crash.

Marietta thought she had it all figured out, not until everything came crashing down. Accused of doing something she didn't do, and betrayed by those she trusted, she's left to pick up her pieces. But when she finds out she’s pregnant, things get a lot more complicated. Now, she’s fighting to figure out her future—alone, hurt, and ready to take back control. Can she start over, or will her past keep dragging her down?

To make up for past regrets with his first love, my husband, Pierce Ronan, lied that he could see everyone’s lifespan. He told me I had sixty years left, but his first love, Jessica Stone, had only seven days to live. So, for those seven days, he said he had to fulfill the promises of their youth. He brought her home, cared for her, and when they went back to their old college campus to relive their love, I didn’t protest. When he confessed his love to her and planned the wedding of the century, asking me to be the bridesmaid, I didn’t raise my voice. It wasn’t until he wanted to break the final taboo — in our marital bedroom — that he looked at me with guilt in his eyes and begged me to move out. The housemaids watched, snickering behind their hands, but I only smiled and nodded in agreement. I packed my bags, carried our child, and moved into the guest room next door. Seeing how obedient I remained, Pierce was touched. “I promise, this will be the last time I wrong you. Once Jessica passes, I’ll make it up to you.” What he didn’t know was that I had already seen through his lies. What he also didn’t know was that the one truly dying of cancer, the one with only seven days left to live, was me. Three days remained. Then, I would be gone.

Three years of marriage, and it all ends with two words. Sign it. He didn’t even look up when he said it. Just slid the papers across the table like I was another business deal to close. We weren’t supposed to fall in love it started as a contract, something practical, something safe. But feelings have a way of growing where they shouldn’t. For a while, I thought he cared. The quiet moments, the small things he remembered my favorite song, how I take my tea, the way I hate the rain. I thought they meant something. Turns out, they did. Just not for me. Every gesture, every soft word, was borrowed from a memory. From her. The woman who had him first. The one who left. The one who’s now back. So I signed. I smiled. I walked away. Not because I wanted to but because I had to. He doesn’t chase me. Not yet. But I can feel it the weight of everything unsaid still hanging in the air between us. Maybe he’ll realize what he’s lost. Maybe he won’t. Either way, this time, I’m not waiting around to find out.